[hider=Lola Dague][hr][hr][center][img]http://awoiaf.westeros.org/images/7/71/Myrcella_Baratheon_TheMico.jpg[/img][/center]
[center][i][i]"Boy, thank God the Babadook is a gay icon now! A voice for people like me!"[/i]
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[color=silver]"I am the tallest, tiny lesbian you'll ever meet."[/color]
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[color=black]"Your tears literally give me life."[/color][/i][/center][hr][hr][color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Given Name[/b]:[/color] 
		[i]Dolores (Lola) Dague[/i]

[color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Gender[/b]:[/color] 
[i]		Female... Though, she wonders.[/i]

[color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Age[/b]:[/color] 
		[i]22, she was around before she was born-- but she wasn't quite [i]'alive'[/i] then, so.[/i]

[color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Species[/b]:[/color] 
		[i]Entity From Another Place, 1/2 Human[/i][center]

[hr][hr][hider=Explained: Entities From Another Place, The Evil That Lurks In The Woods.]	The tingle that raises hair on your neck, alone at night, surrounded only by the dark gold of trees, and the unfamiliar coos of owls-- there exist places in this world where the darkness of men and magic alike pools-- places untouched by the bustle of man, the covens of witches, or the souls of anyone-- here pool spirits shunned, feelings of fear, hatred, and malaise, left to linger our plane, mingling forces left unexamined by mortal eyes, to stew, and become something else. 

	These ghosts mutate and grow, like the the trees around them. When darkness from beyond earth, perhaps hell-- perhaps energy even more sinister-- enters our plane, and finds it's match, something new is hatched, for... entities to inhabit, and seek out more of what created them.

	Another place.

	That feeling of terror you get in the woods. The feeling that something evil is behind you, that something is waiting to slip inside of you, and tear away everything you love. That feeling is real. 

	This Darkness given form, is a place of raw, unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets. Time has no meaning, and space is fractured-- it appears, and is, anywhere and everywhere on the globe, where there is an eerie lack of life from man, and the darkness of the night lends itself to be amplified by the trees. The Entities from this place... are difficult to describe; they're as like to rip the flesh from your bone as greet you with a happy "good day." They appear as non-euclidian beings, thoughts, voices, and actual humans, or beings that resemble humans, either possessed from the plane of the living or fabricated. 

	Power is law, in this place-- and when influence expands, beings from earth may find themselves changed by this power, some madmen even seek it's power out, typically only to be absorbed into this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts themselves, becoming batteries of the fear and misery that the entities thrive on for survival. 

	When the entities leave though... or, more likely, those bastards touched by the entities find their way out... they have abilities. Typically, they have a penchant for prediction-- spoken, though, in language others may often fail to understand. They excel, oddly enough, at games of chance and sin. Those Bastards Of The Wood that enter society often become high profile gamblers as a result. Darkness is their ally much like their distant cousins, the vampire-- and under cover of night, they can expand their minds to those of animals native to their wood, allowing them to see through their eyes. They too, are harmed by the sun-- though, the burns they suffer can be avoided, through use of sunscreen and lack of prolonged direct contact, they cannot develop resistance to it, and instead of burns, they have their skin painfully peeled away by direct exposure to sunlight.

	Much of their dark magicks are an unknown however-- though, it is know that their material beings are fueled not by blood, but by Garmonbozia-- this is, to them, the materialized form of suffering, pain, fear, and sorrow-- without a steady diet of these negative emotions, these entities will begin to whither and lose their grip on reality, eventually losing their physical forms and returning to their wood for slumber, or, if they are unlucky-- finding themselves turned into golden winds of omen, by the purity of the world around them.[/hider][/center][hr][hr][color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Appearance[/b]:[/color]
[center][hider=How the BEST looks]
 	The first thing people tend to notice is her scar-- branching, from her destroyed ear, to much of her cheek, the scar reaches the corner of her plump, red lips, and snakes between two large, almond shaped eyes with irises of shifting jade and emerald, notably lacking in pupils, like all of her ilk. Despite the scar, a constant mixture of visible muscle and scar tissue, warning of the threat the sun poses to her, she does have a natural beauty that could shine through, if only she smiled authentically more often.

	The second thing people tend to notice is her hair. Lola's mother, an 80's heroine through and through, taught her: [i]"The bigger the hair, the closer to God."[/i] As a soulless being, created from pure spite in the shadows of the woods, Lola has very little interest in meeting God. However, she does wear her hair up, and down. The fluffy, golden lion's mane reaches her lower back, and is the only part of her appearance she puts more that a passive effort into maintaining-- if it looks unkempt, that's because she spent 3 hours trying to make it looks that way.

	Lola is a slight, frail woman, with an elongated hourglass figure, and no chest to show for it. With her lithe form, she stands tall at 5' 11'' with little in the way of muscle or excess fat. Although next to unnoticeable, her shoulders are a touch broad. She stores most of her fat, like her mother, in her hips and thighs-- though this is very little, as she only weighs around 140  pounds. Her lower body is notably more muscled and toned than her upper body. Her complexion changes with the lighting, though typically, she appears as more olive toned. Like her father, she dresses darkly, preferring blacks, band T-shirts, or garments of some nightly, regal air-- complimenting this are typically black skinny jeans, and some kind of slipper. Another notable feature are her nails-- typically cracked and poorly done, she paints them in the color of her lips naturally-- blood red. She moves her hand to cover her mouth when she speaks, as aside from pale yellowish-white teeth, opening her mouth exposes complete darkness.[/hider][/center][hr][hr][color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Personality[/b]:[/color]
[center][hider=How the best IS.]
	Lola is different, and she knows it. 

	She would very much like to be a passive and quiet individual, she would like a lot of things-- though, what she [i]is[/i] eats at her nearly constantly. She can't help her nature! The fact that she often finds herself comfortable in misery does not help-- and as such, she often finds herself at odds with what she'd like to be. Lola is aggressively sarcastic and snarky, always ready with a sharp tongued quip-- actively looking to prod and poke at the insecurities of others. She's a blast at parties. Those who become her friend find they [i]never[/i] need fear the opinions of others-- though crossing that gap of acquaintance is Sisyphean hurdle. (Unless, of course, you happen to be a beautiful woman).

	She has a very low opinion of herself, only rivaled by her misanthropically low opinion on the existence of others, and existence itself. To describe her day to day personality bluntly, she is, to others, an emotionally blank hedonist. Clearly there's more to her-- but she'd sooner move to Russia-- [i](her mother tells her Slavs are very hard to frighten, and the Garmonbozia there tastes like old vodka)[/i]. With solitude, comes an appreciation of introspection and activities that don't require company. Lola, as a result is rather well-read, and she, at least, considers herself funny.[/hider][/center][hr][hr][color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Familiar Name[/b]:[/color] 
[i]		Voodoo Moonchild[/i]

[color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Familiar Form[/b]:[/color] 
		[i][url=https://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/jjba/images/9/95/Night_Bird_flying.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20170109221518]A Manic Depressive, Small Bird-like Creature[/url][/i][hr][hr][color=DarkSlateBlue][b]Musical themes:[/b][/color] 
[center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hi4pzKvuEQM[/youtube]

[hider=And others because I couldn't decide][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qdri5MY_U58[/youtube][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5CVsCnxyXg[/youtube][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fiwtDoxHT2Y[/youtube][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-E2A60WslXg[/youtube][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppnwGfS7SXg[/youtube][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZBlqcbpmxY[/youtube][/hider][/center][hr][hr][/hider][hr][hr][hider=Hey Lola! What's wrong with your face?][center][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bTnzwvx4AO0[/youtube][/center][/hider][hr][hr][hider=Lola's food review]
[color=silver][i]Ivy Jade Riverstone[/i][/color]
		[i]I've never really gotten her alone... I don't really have a good read on her, actually. She's like snow-- really pretty to look at, but you probably shouldn't shove a pound in your mouth. I'll never make [b]that[/b] mistake around her again.[/i]

[color=red][i]Varos Sulan[/i][/color]
	[i]I can't get his taste! Confident people are the [b]worst.[/b] But also the best, if you know what I mean. [b]*WINK WINK*[/b] I'm sayiNG I WONDER IF HE'S A DRAGON DOWN UND-- [/i]

[color=brown][i]Ash Jens[/i][/color]
	[i]Jury's out on this one. I can detect authentic goodness in his heart though, which I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to. Shame-- he's cute.[/i]

[Color=silver][i]Ethra[/i][/color]
	[i]Big bird![/i]

[Color=red][i]Haka-Mesuka[/i][/color]
	[i]I'll never taste her fear. With some people, you just know-- you know? It'd be smart of me to leave her be... ohh, but something about a pretty wolf makes me so dumb.[/i]

[color=blue][i]Katarina Elza[/i][/color]
	[i]She... tastes like candy. Black licorice... And... kind of reminds me of an old comic book character.[/i]

[color=blue][i]Raven Magnus[/i][/color]
	[i]I didn't know glitter was a flavor. But Raven is so fabulous, even his negative emotions taste like party shots. I... I think I might love him???[/i]

[i]Mortem[/i]
[i]	Hey, spooky scary![/i]

[i]Griffin[/i]
	[i]His air of friendliness makes me want to barf.[/i]

[color=blue][i]Om[/i][/color]
	[i]Roomie! He tastes like fish and ambergris, but he's also such a big boy and also a bird, so I can't really be mad at him.[/i]

[Color=blue][i]Leonard Brand[/i][/color]
	[i]*glares* I'll let you in on a cool little secret. Humans are always a little bit afraid. It's the [i]best[/i].[/i][/hider]